User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3135907-20120217222840/@comment-2246928-20180527023619

Flewrug, the ferret whose torch Gluj had stolen, dusted himself off as he stood back up. He glared at the rat, before scampering over to a weasel, who'd pressed himself flat against the wall in an attempt to avoid the shrews' missiles. "No way t'at idiot's gonna get us t'rew t'ose gates usin' my torch an' s'm scraps an' twigs. Get yore sisters an' come wif me, we'll sneak over t' walls usin' my grapplin' 'ook!" He patted the hook and rope looped into his belt, and the weasel nodded and ducked back futher into the crowd. They'd get into Redwall yet.

Kajole Ninefingers, so-named for the missing finger on her right paw, watched as a shifty-looking weasel ducked back into the small mob scrambling about at the gates. The female shrew narrowed her eyes, and then nudged her friend next to her. "Think that lot's plannin' sommat, Miggs. I'm gonna head downstairs."

She turned away, and he grabbed her sleeve. She looked into his dark, trusty eyes. "Oh no you don't, Gad. Not without an extra blade. I'll go with yer."

Kajole gave her friend a sly smile. "Alright then. We'll check the back gates first, c'mon."

The two shrews hurried down the stairs, bows in paw, as Flewrug and the weasel siblings crept along the walls to a quieter part of the abbey.